Read our companion piece, "The Other Death Sentence," on the moral, practical, and financial implications of the more than 100,000 Americans now destined to spend their last days behind bars.
LaGrange, Kentucky, July 9, 2008 — Words or images cannot capture what I felt today as I watched a old prisoner I'd gotten to know die right before my eyes. He was the second man I have seen pass away since I began shooting in the nursing/hospice unit of the Kentucky State Reformatory while my wife, filmmaker Jenn Ackermann, works on a documentary in the prison's psychiatric unit.
Seeing these men die, just as one of the hospice workers had told me it would, simply makes your heart drop to the floor.
I'm not used to this. I never want to get used to this.
A nurse stopped Jenn and I today as we were walking out and told us she hoped his death didn't affect us too much. It did, Jenn said. It is our hope that the raw emotions we're feeling will be ingrained in every photo and every bit of video footage we shot of this man—who despite our presence died alone.
I feel helpless today—nearly as helpless as some of the aging inmates I've come to know. Photographers often say that a camera creates a barrier between the shooter and the subject. That's true. But it doesn't shield you from the hopelessness you feel once you lower your camera.
Some of the inmates have asked us how our projects will help them. I'm never sure how to respond. The best strategy, I've found, is to be as honest as I can. I learned early on that these men will remember every little thing you tell them. Their word is the only thing they've got in here, and so they hold everyone else to theirs. I can't promise them that these photos will do anything help them.
I'm not even sure how to answer when they ask whether the project is helping me, at least. When I say I'm not getting paid for this work, they think I'm crazy. But that doesn't matter much. After all, I'm working on a project I love with the person I love. Photography just happens to be a part of the process. I've gotten to the point where I want to work for only three people: myself, those I love, and my subjects.
I guess these are the emotions you wrestle with on a long-term project. Your heart gets involved. True, some of these men did heinous things once, but I'm not here to judge them. As the warden said, they've already been judged.
I did learn one thing today, though. Prison is no place to die.
Click here to see more of Tim Gruber's photos and Jenn Ackermann's films—including her Emmy-winning doc mentioned above.